Shopping Cart

I was at a grocery store. I was in a good mood until I realized it was Saturday afternoon. The parking lot was full. I only needed a few things so I figured it wouldn't be that big of a deal to get what I wanted and get out. Smiling, I grabbed a cart and proceeded on my haphazard yet purposeful search for dinner the next day. What? A a man planning ahead? It can happen. I turn the corner expertly guiding my cart only to almost crash. A woman ahead of me had parked her cart in the middle of the aisle. No, not slightly to the side so that I could get through. Her damn cart was smack dab in the middle of the aisle. She stepped to the left, keeping her hand on the cart and as she did it pushed the cart slightly to the right as she discussed some item with her friend (girlfriend? / partner? no matter) Oh, pardon me LADY? Apparently you are the only one that wants to scoot around the story and there is no possibility of someone being behind you trying to get through. Go ahead, take your time. Ignore my quiet polite pardon me(s). Oh sure, give me a strange look as I'm moving your cart out of my way so that I can get through.

AND THEN

as I'm trying to leave I get behind a cart train. A person pushing an empty cart, with another person pushing an empty cart behind that one but slightly off to the side, with a third person in a wheelchair cart doohicky slightly to the left of the other two. Yes, I was following a very slow moving empty crooked cart train. I left my bad mood at the door. Ugh.

Note to self, remember to shop very early or very late.